I have suffered a lot
For a little piece of bread
And an ounce of salt
The scorching sun
Bathes me in sweat blood
And keeps me awake
Giving me strain
On my eyes till late night.
they both together
make my life a real heal.
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I am torn into two
Take two steps backward not to acceptWhat life has given to me.I bleed into two hornsTo believe that war is another means of peaceOr reject peace to stop warAs war has terrorised meThe world of my life is cut into twoNorth- south, east -westI can not show you it openlyAs the weaker half resorts to…
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Last week in a hall i saw a film
The story is very simple telling about one man showSome believes some believes notBut i am telling them all thatThere is nothing like which i cannot do with easeIf i wish I can put out the stars with my blowIf i wish i can make a thousand flowers bloomWith the silent sound of my finger…